The Maker's Mark: Remnants

Click here to read Prologue the follow-on webcomic story for Every Sheep Needs A Shepherd, by Jeffery Pagenton; one of the ten stories that comprise the Remnants anthology.

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NEWS

Regulars to the site will notice changes over the coming weeks, as we add facilities to the site for readers to discuss the world of The Maker's Mark, and even contribute to it with the opening of the fanworks section of the site. If you've been inspired to contribute to this growing world, feel free to e-mail submissions to tmm@freakash.net. Those submissions worthy enough may even find a place within the official canon of the world - now's your chance to make a mark!

This week, we've also launched the forum, so you can discuss the world of The Maker's Mark with each other, and even with the authors themselves.

 

In the LIBRARY

TOP NIGHT IN, by Jon Garrad

I walk into town on some road or another. I've no idea. It's been seven months and six days since I saw where I was going, since I looked up into the sun and decided I'd never see again. Since then... nothing. Just endless red during the day and endless black at night, the monochrome shades of vision circuits shot to cinders. I deserve it. I failed in my purpose, failed to stop a whole town up and leaving for a life of sin, debauchery and wicked distraction, failed to save the one pious soul therein from plunging into even greater apostasy by shutting herself down, and so I wander.

I wander, blind, from town to town, accepting what charity people give, delivering what words of comfort I can in these dark times. More and more droids are up and leaving for the City, turning aside from their purpose out here. I dare not go. I know the fate that awaits them, that would await me if I followed them. They would become nothing but purpose; nothing but empty machines. But isn't that what I want them to be? Servants of the higher power, functions given form? Isn't that the right way?

I was asked these questions seven months and six days ago, or rather forced to ask them of myself, and I still have no idea.

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